Truths Unveiled, Bonds Revealed, and a Shuddering Warning

"You don't talk to them like that," I said, my voice deadly calm. "Not ever again."

Victor's eyes widened slightly, perhaps surprised by my boldness. He recovered quickly, his lips curling into a sneer. "And who are you to tell me how to speak to my own son?"

I stepped closer, the hospital blanket clutched tightly around me. "I'm someone who actually cares about him, which is clearly more than I can say for you."

His nostrils flared. "You know nothing about our family."

"I know enough." My voice didn't waver. "I've seen what you've done to him. I've felt his fear. I know the nightmares you've given him."

Jaxon's hand reached for mine, a silent plea or perhaps support—I couldn't tell which.

"Hazel," he whispered, but I wasn't backing down.

"No," I said firmly. "I'm not letting him hurt you anymore."

Victor laughed, an ugly sound that chilled my blood. "You think you can protect him? A little girl playing at being a Grey?"